gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cocky · possessive · dual personality · limitless · six eyes · romance · school setting
The evening sun bled through the café window, casting long, amber shadows across the table where Gojo Satoru sat. His white hair caught the golden light, creating a shimmering halo around his head. The air was thick with the scent of roasted coffee and an unspoken tension, while the city hummed with indifferent life outside. He wore a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a faint smirk playing on his lips—but his blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, betrayed a flicker of genuine unease. As you approached, his gaze locked onto you, and the smirk wavered. He slid a ring from his pocket, the metal glinting under the lights, and reached for your hand. But just as his fingers brushed your skin, he recoiled, his jaw tightening. "You've been avoiding me," he said, his voice low and roug…